So, here it goes.

I was a married woman, 41, and after years of persuasion, I have tried a cuckold relationship with another man.

I was hot when I met my husband, and I am aware that the degradation of my looks, might be the reason that lead up to this. I didnt get too fat, but I do not look good, and I never was some kind of a beauty, my body was my strenght. When our sex life started to lose traction, we tried different things, including porn (that is where I was introduced to ML), role play, light bondage, and it really worked for quite some time, but, eventually, he became obsessed with cuckold sex. I really wasnt up for it, I love him, but that felt like too much, but he was so into it, that after two or three years of all kinds of fantasy role plays on that subject, I agreed to do it.

We found a guy, online, and I liked the way he looked. Fit, handsome, my age, married, so no drama there, and he even had previous experience. He was very eloquent, soothing, and I began to think, this might work.

After meeting him for few times, we finally decided to go through.

Agreed on protection, and I was excited, I must admit. As soon as I started kissing him, and reaching down his pants, my husband started jerking off. That felt weird. He undressed, and I stayed in my little black dress, when he pushed me down, asking for a bj. As I started doing it, I gazed a few times in his direction, and he was moaning like a little bitch. At that moment, he looked so pathetic, that all my excitement, all the latent lust I felt for the man I was having sex with, died down.

I felt sick, but hubby was all red faced, breathing heavily, so as I was going down on my lovers testicles, I started reaching lower. The man, who was really quite polite and restrained, looked at hubby, but I pushed his legs up, and started licking his ass.

Never done it to hubby, never done it to anyone else, but I felt the desire to show him that he could have had this slut, he dreams about, but he was too much of a wimp to ask.

He came, I saw it, he was out of his mind.

As I got up, and on the bed, on my back, I just said "put it in my ass".

My lover looked at him - hubby was out of his mind. He could barely put the condom on, as he was excited as well.

It didnt last long, guy came in a few minutes. All that time, I was looking at my pathetic husband, with his hanging gut, and shrunken cock, looking at me in disbelief.

I filled for divorce the next day.

Drunk slut restrained

I live in a city, which is a big university center in eastern Europe. Now, to explain, these get filled, every year, with many, many gorgeous girls from the countryside, who are free to live their lives how they want them, for the first time in their lives. If you add the patriarchal upbringing in the areas they came from, you got a bingo on your hands.

I used to take full advantage of this,l when I was younger. Those girls were so hungry of life, yet, mostly, not so experienced, and they tried to hide their inexperience, by showing to the world (and men from the city), that they are not these prude peasants from the mountains, villages and sleeping small towns.

Well, time passes, I get married, divorced, and before you know it, I am over 40. No way for me to get back into that scene, because I am too old - I cant just show up on a freshman party, like I used to, 20 years ago.

Now, there is a small caffe in the same street as my office. It is in the old part of town, tourist part of town, and this place is a bit hipsterish, but it is close to my work, so I drink coffee there, almost every day. And, there is this petite, brunette waitress. When I hear her accent, I knew from what part of the country she is from, so I took an elaborate guess - "student".

She smiled, and nodded.

Now, I am not a big tipper, but I started tipping, and not small amounts, and of course she noticed. As time passed, I started coming to every single one of her shifts. One Sunday morning, when it is almost empty, I asked her to sit with me (she was alone in the bar - no manager), so we can have coffee together.

We talked, and you know how it is with young women, I forgot how easy it is to manipulate, if you have got the talk, and the attitude. I look rather well for a man my age, I might even say far beyond the average, but still, she was too young for me - 19, first year of college.

She smiled, and laughed, and we got a bit closer. Week, after week, after week, I was there, she was laughing, and we became "friends", if a man and a woman of such age disparity, can become friends. I asked her to get me back in the game, maybe take me to some places where it is fun, that I feel young, but am restrained by my age, and narrow group of friends.

So, we started hanging out. We went to few places - total modern trash, then I stepped up my game, and invited her to a few cool and hip places, she could only see in the movies - a jazz club, cabaret, and one fancy dinner with local music.

Then the cinemas came along, theater, and when I brought her to the opera, and even bought her a dress and shoes for the occasion - she was done.

That night I got a blow job, and by her technique, and the fact that she swallowed, without flinching, made me realize, that it wasnt her first rodeo, nor the second.

We remained "friends", and when I wanted to fuck her, she was reluctant, thinking that, if we go any further, that that will ruin our "friendship".

We were both aware that it is a sugar daddy situation, and I didnt object. So, I was getting my cock sucked once or twice a week for almost a year. Then, she met someone, and stopped coming. She told me that our friendship is over, and that she cant go on, since it is time for her to find happiness in her life.

I was dissapointed and all, but, well, it was nice.

Now, I am looking for my next target.

Restrained and ready to be taken

Sarah restrained

Properly dressed suitably restrained

I have a question, some of you might be able to answer.

A little prelude - I am a 41 year old, married woman, with offsprings. I have been married for 16 years, and in the last few (since covid), I have been feeling uneasy.

Our sex life is vanilla, and it has been getting worse by the day. We still have sex, but I just dont find it pleasing enough. There is some blame on my end, since, when we met, I figured him as a marriage material, because he was, and I was a bit restrained by the thoughts of what will he think of me, so I was reluctant to do some things, I usually did.

Besides that, we have a wonderful marriage, and there is nothing I would want more - besides the sex part.

You might say - surprise him, but there is a catch, even though he is wonderful, he always felt insecure about himself. Plus, I used to be a knock out (I think I still am), and he has been jealous before. On vacation, when he would catch someone looking at me, he would nag about my bikini, how skimpy it is (it was not), and I guess I just felt he would think something bad of it.

So, I turned to the internet, and here I am.

Still, this and other places around the net, havent got much to offer for a woman. Stories are ok, but not exciting enough, and my thirst has been growing.

Now it might be the time to mention, that I have had my doubts about my appearance as well. Men were all over me, before I got married, but over the years, it kind a died down. I do notice that I still gain attraction, men still wanna flirt with me, but I was used to much, much, much more attention.

So, to test this out, I installed tinder. Just for laughs, and to see if I still got it. I set my location to a big city (we live in a small town), and...

Dear god, the amount of attention I got. And I only swiped right to the best looking men. I was in awe. Messaging, sexting, all of it, was so intoxicating, that I had to pull myself together, not to get lost in this virtual whirlpool of lust.

These things do not last long, since there is always something that will happen.

He was my crush at uni. I was in love with him for more than 2 years. He was everything I ever wanted in a man - tall, manly, with strong, black facial hair (back then that wasnt as popular as it is today), he was a great student, dating the best looking girls, yet he would get into trouble and bar fights. Someone who could love me, protect me, lift me up on his shoulders and carry me around.

I knew him, and we became friends. I could feel sparks between us, but he always had a girlfriend. I saw him looking at me, but when I tried to hint something, he would get cold. So, after he broke up with one of his girls, my younger cousin, who was a freshman, asked me to try to set up a date between them.

I only did it, because I thought he would say no. She was beautifull, but tiny, while I had all the atributes of a woman. So I did it, and his face lit up when I pointed her out to him. So, they hooked up, and I was so mad at myself.

I tried evading him, but my emotions were too strong. They dated for a few months, when one night, when we were hanging out together, he got drunk, and tried to kiss me. It was wrong, it was so wrong, so I backed out. He confessed, that he is in love with me, that he has been around me for so long, because of that.

My heart was pounding, I couldnt do it to her, so I said no, with a lamenting question, that I kept on repeating "why didnt you tell me before all of this?"

Tomorrow, he broke up with her, telling her that it is because of me, which lead to a scene, that I would rather evade describing. I got mad at him, for ruining my relationship with her, and just ghosted him.

Now, he is here, on my tinder. He stayed in the city, while I got back home, and got married.

Single, and still handsome as the devil.

I couldnt resist, I ran to him, only few days after our first contact. As soon as I got into his appartment, we didnt speak, just started kissing and undressing. I was so excited, that I was on top of him within seconds, riding him so fast, that I thought I would pass out. I came, I dont know, so fast, that I am not sure if it was a matter of minutes, or seconds.

He was kissing me with such passion, that I almost started crying.

He said: "I love you"
He said: "I have always loved you"
He said: "I wanna fuck you, all day, every day, until I drop dead."

And then he fucked me in the ass. And I wanted it. And I loved it.

So, here I am, writing this, and gaining courage to leave everything behind, and move in with him. I might sound like a complete idiot, but I feel that if I dont go through with this, that I will never be able to forgive myself.

Is this destiny, or not?

Can one leave her family, for the sake of herself, and not totally regret it?

I confess that regular porn doesn't turn me on. I prefer the thrill of the hunt instead.

Yeah, breasts and pussy and ass are nice, but they just don't do anything for me. But through a combination of trauma and mental disability, I would just look at the naughty bits and think "Oh! Those are naughty bits!". By themselves, they don't turn me on.

What does turn me on, however, is the act of restraint and confinement. You know, things like home invasions... kidnapping... taking a cute girl and fully restraining her, turning her into an unwilling vessel for sexual fun. There's something really exciting about hunting down a woman, fully restraining her so she can't get away... and then slowly fondling her, undoing her clothing, degrading and making her feel embarrassed... listening to her moan in defeat as I tell her what I want to do to her. Sliding my fingers into her panties despite her gagged cries to let her go... moaning softly into her ear as I take her, feeling her tighten around me, her body in full betrayal towards my will.

I hope to find a woman like Asiana Starr or someone similar someday. A girl who is utterly adorable and sweet and happens to like tough bondage, who not just knows, but anticipates the idea of a man binding her tightly and putting her in tough predicaments to chase that orgasmic high... who would gladly play into the idea of a rape fantasy, being bound and gagged in her own bed by a stranger who will not just use her, but torture her, ravish her, tell her what a good girl she is when she is forced to cum over and over again... but that's just a fantasy I have.

Restrained sluts are the best! Arms behind your back slut!!

It gets harder every day to walk around in public and see all the tight fitting little outfits that get worn these days. Sometimes the urge to pull out my cock and stroke it in appreciation is just too much. It should be legal for men to use these little teases publicly for our satisfaction when they dress with their asses and tits hanging out. I feel like if they want to dress and act like sluts/sexual objects then men shouldn't have to restrain themselves and their urges when women are clearly looking for the attention and actively teasing. Down vote this or not but that's my opinion 

I confess, I would rather have sex with my daughter than with her mother....

I know that my daughter loves me, but when we are in bed I think she wants to kill me, because she moves too deliciously...

I would rather spend all my sexual energy on her, but so that her mother doesn't suspect our secret, sometimes we have to restrain ourselves... ....